Took this photo on my way to NJ from Kent. Below this cloud is the valley and a pond. Beyond the fence is a mowed field that is often inhabited by wild turkeys, the bird that Ben Franklin thought should be our national bird. And just down the road are black cows with white stripes down their backs. Since I don't know what type of cows they are, I call them "skunk cows" because that's what they resemble.
Tune in for fall colors which are just beginning to show.
I am a drop-out from the corporate world--mostly the financial services industry where I practiced the black art of human resources management. (Remember Catbert from the Dilbert cartoons?) Now I sell products to backyard birdwatchers.
I have a two cats, Nicholas and Nora Nick is my furry delight--wise, brave, silly, loving and incredibly soft. He is a celebrity in my store and gets much more attention than I do. As he should. Nora is our not-quite-kitten in residence. She is a trouble-maker and a million laughs. She climbs up to the ductwork 13 feet up. She rolls in all the birdbaths. She's sweet as can be.
I have a house in the woods in Kent, CT, that is my refuge. It's also a refuge for bears, raccoons, coyotes, bats, birds and other creatures.